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"
She
is
a
wizard
,
"
protested
the
witcher
.
Wizards
do
n't
fall
sick
...
"
"
Just
so
,
"
the
knight
who
had
followed
them
out
threw
in
cynically
.
"
Yours
,
as
I
see
,
is
just
emanating
good
health
.
Geralt
,
listen
to
me
.
The
woman
needs
help
and
we
can
not
offer
such
.
Nor
can
I
risk
an
epidemic
amongst
my
troops
.
You
understand
.
"
"
I
understand
.
I
will
leave
immediately
.
I
have
no
choice
I
have
to
turn
back
towards
Daevon
or
Ard
Carraigh
.
"
"
You
wo
n't
get
far
.
The
patrols
have
orders
to
stop
everyone
.
Besides
,
it
is
dangerous
.
The
Scoia
'
tael
have
gone
in
exactly
that
direction
.
"
"
I
'll
manage
.
"
"
From
what
I
've
heard
about
you
"
--
the
knight
's
lips
twisted
-
"
I
have
no
doubt
you
would
.
But
bear
in
mind
you
are
not
alone
.
You
have
a
gravely
sick
woman
on
your
shoulders
and
this
brat
...
"
Ciri
,
who
was
trying
to
clean
her
dung-smeared
boot
on
a
ladder
rung
,
raised
her
head
.
The
knight
cleared
his
throat
and
looked
down
.
Geralt
smiled
faintly
.
Over
the
last
two
years
Ciri
had
almost
forgotten
her
origins
and
had
almost
entirely
lost
her
royal
manners
and
airs
,
but
her
glare
,
when
she
wanted
,
was
very
much
like
that
of
her
grandmother
.
So
much
so
that
Queen
Calanthe
would
no
doubt
have
been
very
proud
of
her
granddaughter
.
"
Yeeessss
,
what
was
I
...
"
the
knight
stammered
,
tugging
at
his
belt
with
embarrassment
.
"
Geralt
,
sir
,
I
know
what
you
need
to
do
.
Cross
beyond
the
river
,
south
.
You
will
catch
up
with
a
caravan
which
is
following
the
trail
.
Night
is
just
around
the
corner
and
the
caravan
is
certain
to
stop
for
a
rest
.
You
will
reach
it
by
dawn
.
"
"
What
kind
of
caravan
?
"
